Why were birds so damn crazy? He hadn't done anything hurtful. He hadn't said anything that would warrant anyone screaming at him. Why was she screaming at him? She was overreacting. The way she was carrying on like a child. If things were different, if he was different, he had a right mand to backhand her. He just wanted her to stop screaming. There was no need for it.
But he watched her closely for a moment as she pushed herself away. The way she hugged herself and backed herself against the wall. In most cases, this was when the innocent victim was taken advantage of. He glanced her over, but shook his head, taking a few steps away. It was too easy. He could easily rip her apart, both verbally and physically, but he didn't. He simply bit his tongue.
Marcus wouldn't understand, though. The loss of friends and family, the innocent lives taken; it was all part of war. People had rights to fight for what they believed in, right? That was simply what Voldemort was doing. As were his followers. They believed the wizarding world should be built and sustained in one manner. Those who opposed simply believed otherwise. To Marcus, it was simply about personal beliefs. Was calling someone's beliefs right or wrong, well, right?
Crossing his arms against him, he raised a brow, looking distant and uncaring for the moment. He finally glanced down the hallway, shaking his head. "Are you done?"